#swoops

sandwhiched him

Now, that's the real question to ask!!!! I need a face so I can imagine a face for him in the fanfics I read about him!!!!

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cause sometimes this blog is also about fake hockey player fan fiction

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“Dude, I don’t wanna hear any of this shit.” Troy’s face is squished small and a little pixelated, for some reason. It makes his brown floppy hair come through extra prominent, like it’s taking up half his face. Jack can’t figure out how to switch the settings back, though, and he’s certainly not going to ask Troy for help with that too. He’s not that masochistic.

“Did you just zone out on me again?” Troy’s voice presses, his fingers snapping in front of the screen. “You’re not the main character of everyone’s life, Zimmbo, I promise.”

“No, I….” Jack fumbles one more time with the settings, but instead, he just turns the camera lens around so that instead of Jack’s own perplexed expression, Troy’s now faced with the sight of Kit curled on top of Hobey’s head — of course Kit is actually bigger than Hobey’s head by a lot, but both of them seem pretty happy with the situation, so who is he to intervene?

Jack holds in his breath and wonders if he can get away with Troy thinking he did that on purpose.

“You can’t bribe me with adorable animals, bro,” Troy chastises, and Jack releases the breath, feeling strangely buoyed by this small victory.

“I just want him to tell me what’s wrong,” Jack says, only a little pleadingly.

“Here’s a crazy idea,” Troy quips, eyeballing Jack through the screen. “Have you tried asking him?”

“I did,” Jack insists, because why else would he go on an Easter egg hunt for pucks around the house if not to try and get Kent to open up.